Beziers

So with the realisation that trying to hitch a lift on a yaht in Antibes was probably not our most lucritive idea, I suggested to Jo it was time to move on to Spain. Never been so why not? Sam Feisst had also just suggested that when he arrives in Europe, him and me should try out some woofing in this part of the world. I figure why the heck not, I am doing so little else and need some new motivation until something crops us. So my plan now is to head to Spain to suss this woofing thing out for when Sam comes to join. If Jo wants to come, cool, if not, cool.

So our first stop on the way to Spain was a little French town called Beziers. Here we couch surfed a night, after having hitched up and then we hitched off early(ish)the next day so we didn't really see much. Must have arrived around 7pm to meet our host at 11pm and so we sat in and people watched till she got home from drum class. Got offered drugs a few times while we waited (must be the long hair?) and saw a guy get a speeding ticket but that was about it really.

Sleeping at the hosts was sleeping. Ate a little, had a glass of wine, a shower and then slept. Simple.

Leaving Antibes to get here sucked arse too as it rained as if a thousand drops of water were falling on us and cars kept driving too close to the curb, sending up sprays of dirty water like the water you find in the gutters on the side of a heavily trafficked road. We were left standing there in soggy clothing, like clothes left out on a washing line after it has rained, with our hair glistening like nose hair after a good sneeze, shoes squelching like when you step in a baby after a steam roller has driven over it, thumbs stuck out in poor imitations of the signal commonly used by hitch hikers and grins plastered to our faces like the Joker's after being made up by a bad make up artist in Batman knock off film.

But we did get picked up eventually and then again at the next stop fairly quickly as the rain had diminished and so with our raincoats off, we could hide the fact that when we got out of their car we would leave behind two big wet arse marks (o: Then we got another two lifts very quickly after that, one offering us their house for the night and the other taking us to our final destination. And so we arrived in Antibes.

Here we slept as mentioned and then left around midday the next day with not a clue as to where we were going to stay. Perhaps another lift would offer us their place? Or perhaps a girl Dö we had met at the Berlin beach camp would let us stay with her?

Only one way to find out...